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Chris Chaos · (01-26-2018)

After leaving Vega behind, Chris made his way down the pathway leading to the Myakka River. He knew the path was going to be more difficult than it was to get to the beach, but he loved a challenge. He chose to take the route through the woods instead of the route from the roads. He never liked to makes things easy, he likes the thrill of having to accomplish something on his own when the odds aren't in his favor.

As he moved through the brush, the prickles of the broken branches scratching his skin like hundreds of miniature, pissed off cats, he began to think about the words that Erik Black had been saying. He began to think about how he claimed to have shut down federation after federation, how he claimed to be the most dangerous man in the world. He loved it. He enjoyed danger. He enjoyed proving people wrong. He could hear the rushing water from the river in the distance. Somewhere. It was a foggy night, as often happened in Florida in the winter. He could barely see two feet in front of him. The possibility of rolling an ankle, getting bitten by a poisonous spider, stumbling across an alligator, all more dangerous things than squaring off with Erik Black. Hell, he could walk into a sink hole and disappear forever. There are things in the wild that create danger every day, instill fear, and sow panic into the very fabric of man. Man should never fear man, because man is one of the weakest beings on the planet. Something as small as a quarter can kill you, and they do, but yet we are the supreme being? We are the top force on this planet? No. Our weapons are. Erik Black is far from a weapon, he is just a mortal man like everyone else.

Every river is different, but the journey always remains the same.

As his boots slid into the wet soil at the bed of the river, he got down on one knee. He wanted to take it all in. As his fingers dragged across the soil, he knew that this soil was different than any other. The makeup, the composition, was all different. To the blind eye, it would be the same, but it wasn't. As he looked down the river into the abyss of blackness, lit only by the moon, he knew that there was one way down this river. He knew where it began, knew where it ended. But, he also knew that if he were to do it twice, neither trip would be identical. It is about living in the moment, not living in the past. If you have slain the river once, there is a chance you may not slay it a second time. You could swim in this water every day for your entire life, and one day, things could be different and you could drown. You just never know.

As he stepped into the river bed up to his shin, he thought about how Erik Black needed to learn this. He was in a different company now, a completely different river than those he had navigated successfully down before, and this time the chances of drowning were higher. It is unfamiliar water. He may think it is the same as he has seen until he is treading, gulping, gasping and desperate. It will take a near death experience to truly appreciate the power the new river has. Never try to steer the river, let the river steer you.

He sunk into the water up to his knees. He could feel its cold breath against his skin, through the fabric of his dark pants. He was wearing all black, he would be virtually invisible out here. No help would come, and he didn't want it to. He didn't need a bail out, he wasn't Erik Black. He didn't need excuses.

The current was strong tonight, as the lunar forces pulled the water towards a destination pre-determined by nature itself. He had always went with the river. He always let the river take him. He had always survived. He had found a way, even through the strongest currents, to beat whatever the nature of the beast threw at him.

Erik Black would drown in this river. He wasn't built for the pressure that it brought. He wasn't built for the current. This was one of the deepest, strongest and most unpredictable rivers in the nation. That is why he liked it. The unpredictability of it.

A growl came from the woods behind him. He could die out here. Good. Sometimes, he wanted to die. His foot touched a rock through the boot covering it, and he felt himself slide further into the cool water below him. Into the black liquid that shined with the sparkles of natural light. He was up to his bellybutton. His black shirt stuck to him from the chest down. The growl got louder, but he paid it no mind. He was not afraid of anything anymore. He was ready for whatever lie ahead because he was a survivor. He wasn't a world beater, but he was ahead of the curve. He knew what to expect, because he expected the unexpected. Erik Black has this entire journey mapped out, but what happens when the plan goes to shit? What happens when it isn't what he tought it would be? Can he make adjustments on the fly? Can he make last second changes or will he sink to the bottom with his little plans?

Chris bet the latter.

He was up to his neck now. The growling seemed to be only a few feet from him. He was ready to die, which is why he would survive. He had no fear. He had no remorse and most of all, he had respect for whatever was to come his way.

Erik Black doesn't know the word respect, and at Savage, he would learn......even if he had to die doing so.

The water covered Chris's face just as the puma pounced.

"So I am not sure what it is going to take to get the point across to Erik other than a first class ass kicking. Boy, you need to be put in your place. By booking you against me, it was a compliment. It was a showing of faith that maybe, just maybe, you are ready to peek your head above the water and glance at the upper echelon of XWF talent. By them booking you against me, somebody in the back office seems to think you may be ready. Good. It is my job to prove them wrong. I have spent an entire career proving people wrong. I have been doubted since the moment I walked in the door, but I took this roster by storm. I debuted in late August and I won the Universal Title in December. You've been here for a longer time frame than that already and all you have to show for it is beating up on the XWF's newest punching bag, BWP. What happened shortly after that? You held your title for ONE WEEK. Then Neville, a true champion and arguably the best we've ever had showed your true colors and took you to the woodshed. How is holding a title for one week being a destroyer? How is being booked against the same talentless "hacks" you claim run rampant every week and winning but losing to the first member of the roster with legit clout make you a destroyer? It doesn't, it makes you a joke. It makes you a clown. It makes you a liar.

I see right through this facade. I see what you are. You are nothing but a scared little boy, on the defense. I see you looking at me, Bourbon, Raven, Engy, Main, Imperial, Neville, and I see you wanting so bady to be us. I see you trying to talk your way into being taken seriously, but not having any proof that you should be. That is nothing against you, Erik, because you may very well be as good as you say. The point of this is that it won't be an overnight thing. You won't just walk into a company, especially one as strong as this, and be an instant star. I was, but I am a different breed. You aren't me. You aren't in the same universe as me. I can say whatever I want here because I have the resume to back it up. Look at my backstage page if you don't believe me. Look at every high profile match the past six months, how many times do you see my name? How many times to we see yours? You talk about the talent in this company, present and past, like they are scum under your shoe. I am willing to bet my contract that any of those names I previously mentioned, in this promo or the last, would eat you up and spit you out. Not because you suck, but because you aren't ready. You aren't where I am, where any of the top tier guys are, and that is okay. I am going to put you back in your place on Savage and show you that being a star here takes some time. I am then going to go to Africa on Warfare and beat Finn Kuhn, another loud mouthed douche, and advance even closer to the title that I technically never lost. I WILL be Universal Champion again, and you will continue to just be Erik Black.

I am such a force here, Erik, that there was an entire coo established to try to take me out. Gabe Reno needed an army, and Vinnie Lane himself, though trying to stop Reno, ended up screwing me over. I never was pinned for my belt cleanly and since then had been on a quest to get it back. Now I have a chance, and I am going to let a little pissant like you tell me I am overrated? Pssht. I am not getting into a back and forth verbal escapade with you, Erik, I am just going to show you in the ring that I am the best in the world.

I just think it is funny that you claim you ran through federation after federation and shut them down. They either weren't a well run company, or they were shitty in the talent department. You aren't even close to running us off the road. In fact, we are closing to pushing you out of this talent pool than you are affecting us at all. Keep talking, little parakeet. You have made your way to a Top 3 federation in the world, and you keep the same attitude. That is not a reciepe for success. It is a combination for failure.

I have been in the wrestling business for longer than you've been post pueberty. I have seen it all, done it all, and never once do I claim to have shut down a company. You see, I know that you need competitors below you in order to truly rule. At the top of a company is better than being the only one, because if you shut a company down, Erik, you have to start over. I'd rather be the top dog in one than risk having to be nothing in another.

That is what you've done. You became top dog, according to you, in other establishments but took a gamble, took the risk, of being nothing in another and what do you know? Here you are, in MY company, as a nobody. Welcome, the punch is that way.

Erik, every river is different, and every path you take down it is different. You will always experience new challenges along the way, and some will be more dangerous than others. Nobody is immortal, that is the beauty of this life. We are all going to die one day, and we can all be hurt in the blink of an eye. You aren't the most dangerous man in the world, just more dangerous than anyone you've previously encountered. Until Savage. I am not someone to take lightly, to be slept on. You're blatant disrespect is disheartening. Now it is time for the games to begin. You weren't even on my radar, but you've forcefully put yourself on it by opening your piss flaps. Welcome to the list of Chaos, where many have entered and noone has exited. Erik, I am going to show you that like all the others before you who have tried, you will be just like them......

Equalized.

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